And why dost mourn thy daughter so
When thou hast said the only woe
That man need dread is base dishonor ? —
Why sorrow on her?
Death, thou hast said, can terrify
The godless man alone. Then why
So loth, the pay for boldness giving,
To leave off living?
Thy words, that have persuaded men,
Persuade not thee, angelic pen;